Heavy, heavy, heavy, hand and heart.
\nWe are at war,
\nbitterly, bitterly at war.<\/p>\n
And the buying and selling
\nbuzzes at our heads, a swarm
\nof busy flies, a kind of innocence.<\/p>\n
(…)<\/p>\n
And picnic parties return from the beaches
\nburning with stored sun in the dusk;
\nchildren promised a TV show when they get home
\nfall asleep in the backs of a million station wagons,
\nsand in their hair, the sound of waves
\nquietly persistent at their ears.
\nThey are not listening.<\/p>\n
Their parents at night
\ndream and forget their dreams.
\nThey wake in the dark
\nand make plans. Their sequin plans
\nglitter into tomorrow.
\nThey buy, they sell.<\/p>\n
They fill freezers with food.
\nNeon signs flash their intentions
\ninto the years ahead.<\/p>\n
And at their ears the sound
\nof the war. They are
\nnot listening, not listening.<\/p>\n
Tenebrae by Denise Levertov<\/a>, 1967. Heavy, heavy, heavy, hand and heart. We are at war, bitterly, bitterly at war. And the buying and selling buzzes at our heads, a swarm of busy flies, a kind of innocence. (…) And picnic parties return from the beaches burning with stored sun in the dusk; children promised a TV show when they get… Continue reading A poem for November 3rd<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/702"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=702"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/702\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nHear the author read the full version of this poem here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"